Fried ` rural ` deep memories
Did you ever think about,Childhood naive,Constantly floating away, gone forever.Once our laughter's courtyard,But now, the falling of the underground with the drizzle.
unforgettable,Remember that graceful lily?But destroyed in our childlike innocence.once In high spirits Watching TV.Overheard a crosstalk: "your ass blasted flower!"
I think it came to rest on the lily out of the window, the flowers is blasted?I'm excited, called partners, to tell their own points of view.Not the kui is a good partner, they are in favor of.I secretly cabinet in the home to pay, pay, word, at the mall to buy firecrackers.
Partners are gathered.I'm confident a firecracker.Into the pot.With a loud noise.Flowers scattered.They surprised, at a loss.My heart is full of injustice,Wail aloud to weep aloud.
The family hearing,See this scene,In utter amazement.Patiently listened to my cry,But crazy laugh."Flower is Fried." They smile.I understand.
Friends, do you remember?Spread the laughter of rural?Lavender plexus,The height of the grass,Enough to cover our bodies.Our fresh picked in the inside,To expel from farmers.Although our young age,But running like a shadow.The farmers had to helplessly looking at us to leave.
Do you remember? Hope you the same.friend,Looking forward to you as usual.
\"Kiss the rain\" to urge my tears.Partners, forget you, the sentence "time to where the",When parting, choked back tears,At you of figure gradually disappear,Across the cheek.Inadvertently at a time, in the dormitory bored through the computer,Found your email.
You still continue to innocence,I am pleased to a rare smile.I suddenly froze, you forget me.If you don't understand me, I don't blame you.Time like running water flush the memory of people, that's all.
But, I still remember "time to where", this is you once said with tears.I have benefited a lot from also.This is an example, a typical example.
Hope you happy.